Just visited a great blog by a very witty fella who draws very very well, and wanted to leave a comment on the blog, but for some reason, Blogger (damn Blogger) wouldn't let me. For some reason, Blogger doesn't like my comments, or, in many cases, doesn't like my pictures either. Well that's no good, anyone can see that.
So, here's my comment. I copied and pasted it, and I think you'll agree, that it is a very fine example of a comment. Perhaps, even one of the best. I'm so very brilliant:

I liked Berlin when I went, but the whole experience was rather spoilt by the fact that German schoolkids (exchange trip, y'see) are a bunch of arses. The best part of the trip was expertly slide-tackling some German dude on tarmac (my bleeding knees didn't thank me for that) leaping up like Jackie Chan, long-passing to the only fella we had up-field, who neatly slotted the ball past the keeper to win the match. The German dude was on the floor, hurt, but with no ill feelings because it was a mighty fine tackle (from behind, between his legs mid stride - I had so much momentum after covering half the pitch to get there, that I slid in fast and long, took the ball, knocked his standing leg with my trailing leg, carried on sliding, knees on the tarmac like cheese on a grater, he fell, unable to protect his face because his hands were too far from his head at the moment of falling, my momentum was amazing, and I Neo-Matrixed up onto my feet), I was a blood-kneed hero, Danny Potter had scored the only goal of his life, England had beaten Germany (although I wach Italy rather than England), and basically, I had won the day!
Thank Gods for "Last Goal Wins".
I'm brilliant.
And I can spell.